#— interactions.

[chrisxevans]

Well you just say the word and we can hang out. I'll bring over Dodger, that will definitely make things noisy. That is good at least. Oh yeah? Where are you from? If you don't mind me asking. Makes complete sense, hopefully Cash adjusts soon.

That, I'm learning quite literally at present -- my place is too quiet lately, even with the dogs. Ah, I'm adjusting without too much fuss so far, but I grew up no stranger to snow myself; I just didn't get Cash until I was living in L.A., so he's just a tiny bit spoiled for sunshine and mild weather, that's all.

[asksprunkiestvineria]

...so you don't know me, but Simon's asked me to ask you to meet him for a dinner.

@grillintimesforall

( Also, @asksprunkiestsimon )

10 thousand years later, and here I am. I was originally intending to make a full on drawing, but I got caught on other asks that I needed to do before this one. I guess have a non-drawn answer?? Vineria didn't even bother to open the door, she didn't want to terrify the anon by her miserable appearance, and so she answered from behind the door. "A.. dinner, huh..? mm.. I.. guess I could come.. do you happened to know why he invited me to one?"

[pressure-thechasm]

"Hi, Jett!! How ya doooiinn'? :)" -Void Ruby

" ..Oh. Void. Uh " " Now isn't the best time "

@voidruby

[giselle-archive]

@limalatina: Dios los cría y ellos se juntan.

You've said this before so I know this means birds of a feather flock together. And you're not wrong.

[xgoldina]

Medina raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening at the dry laugh. "A month, huh? Sounds like Port Leary’s rolling out the red carpet for you." Her arms stayed crossed, but her stance shifted slightly, more conversational now, less guarded. "Life’s got a talent for screwing people over—seems like this town just gives it a stage." Her gaze flicked over Annalise briefly, her tone teasing but not unkind. "Guess you’ve had front-row seats lately." Medina tilted her head, her smirk softening into something more curious. "What’s got you ready to spar with strangers on the street? Or is that just part of the charm?"

Annalise wasn't sure she believed that it was the floors fault, depending on what the woman in front of her was, but she was willing to grit her teeth and bite back her snarky comments for the time being.

Letting out a dry laugh she looked over the other, "Yeah, you could say that. Extend that day to month or so, though." She sighed, stretching her back until she heard her shoulder blades crack, like so many of her joints did. "It is what it is; life fucks everyone in this town."

[yes7erdays]

❛⠀ that’s not — don’t make that face! i’m immune, so go try that look on someone else, miss smith,⠀ ❜⠀ she says, adjusting the lapels of her rumpled trench coat. her students show up to class more put together than this, but it is not like she had any time for niceties, not with the entire pub shouting and hollering when the judge disqualified her from the game.⠀ ❛⠀ his answer was wrong! and so is wikipedia, by the way. pulling up wikipedia as a source... of all the stupid things i've heard today, that got the cake!⠀ ❜

starter call. I @chloevlinder

[goodwinxavery]

where: capone's speakeasy who: avery goodwin and amara washington ( @theiressence ) when: late monday night

The bar buzzed with life, its low hum of conversation and clinking glasses a contrast to the quiet isolation Goodwin had felt since arriving in Woodside three days ago. The town was charming enough, with its quaint streets and friendly locals, but he wasn’t here for the charm. As the new medical director of Lakeshore Medical Center, his plate was already overflowing, and tonight, the whiskey in his hand was his attempt at carving out a moment of peace.

He leaned against the polished wood of the counter, his sharp gray suit out of place in the casual, small-town crowd. He wasn’t used to being noticed, but the curious glances he’d caught since he walked in suggested his arrival hadn’t gone unnoticed. 

Avery’s gaze wandered absently around the room, his mind half on the list of administrative headaches waiting for him in the morning, until it landed on her. 

Amara.

She stood near the back, her dark curls framing her face just as he remembered. She was laughing at something a friend said, her smile easy and effortless—like the last year hadn’t happened. Like she hadn’t walked out of his life before they were supposed to say "I do."

The glass in Avery’s hand grew heavier as a tightness settled in his chest. He told himself to look away, to turn back to the bar and pretend he hadn’t seen her. But he couldn’t. Not when she looked so much the same and yet so completely different. When he seemed to have caught her attention, he gave a half smile and raised his glass to her - he didn’t know what else to do. 

[gntlets]

a continuation.

shouldn't have come here. don't know why you did; unlike you, orphan with nothing and so few left to lose, @zaunsparked still has a family to disturb, a home to bleed over. you're out of place here. don't belong here, same as always. feels most days like you crawled out of stillwater and back into the real world not as a prisoner freed but as an invasive species. out of your element in your own home these days, much less in zeri's. but she scuttles around the place like a girl on fire, doesn't even notice when all that hurrying pulls a laugh out of you.

not much other choice, anyway. another opponent who got a lucky shot in because you never really learned how to block and punch at the same time; you'd have died if you stayed on your own, and you've got too much left to make up for to accept any eternal peace right now. ekko's too complicated to reach. jinx is gone. caitlyn's recovering, rebuilding, rediscovering life without you. torturing zeri is your only real option. so you press your back against her wall, tell yourself you're holding it up and not the other way around, and fit your fingers against her ribcage until the racing of her pulse distracts you from the slightly more sluggish fight of yours.

❛ hypocrite. ❜ accusation finds the top of zeri's head, lips nudging the word into her hair. that's the dangerous thing about zeri: she'd let someone bleed all of the generosity out of her until she had nothing left to give, if only she thought you'd be better off for it. ❛ didn't need anyone's protection. just need some rest. ❜ press your fingertips a little harder into her side, soak up the warmth of her with some greed; she's keeping you present. keeping you focused. ❛ maybe some better bandages, if you've got 'em. i can do everything, just supply me. ❜ in, out. you can be in, out.

[robbie-amellhq]

Of course not, hit me with them. I will have to check out both of them, Hugh Jackman is such a great actor and I did like the other Wolverine movies. It depends on if I have my son or not. If it's just me, I will rewatch things like right now I'm rewatching Bones. Nice, that's really good. My son is mainly with his mother, I get him every other weekend though for now. Things are good, I wake up by the ocean and I love that view. Well, it is nice officially meeting you as well and truthfully I'm a fan also.

Can I be a little biased by suggesting a couple of my favorite costars movies? I would highly suggest The Greatest Showman along with Deadpool vs. Wolverine. What are you usually watching though? I am loving it here in Beacon Village and it has been nice cause my sons have met children their ages so the move really has been a lot easier on them than I thought it would be. How are things in Hope Shores? I have to be completely honest, I know who you are and I am a fan. It is nice to officially meet you, Robbie! I am doing good, thank you for asking!

[maevepeters]

closed starter for keziah emam ( @theiressence ) at aleria bakery and cafe

Maeve settled into the corner booth of the café, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee. The place had the kind of cozy charm that made it easy to lose track of time—warm lighting, the faint hum of conversation, and the scent of freshly brewed espresso mingling with cinnamon. She glanced at the door just as it swung open, a familiar figure stepping inside, shaking off the chill of the winter air. “Keziah!” Maeve called out, a smile spreading across her face as she waved her friend over. “You’re late, which means you’re buying the next round. Fair’s fair.” Her tone was light, teasing, as she slid a second mug across the table, already filled with Keziah’s usual order. “But, lucky for you, I remembered your complicated coffee order, so I suppose you’re partially forgiven.” She leaned back in her seat, studying Keziah with a curious but warm expression. “So, what’s new in your world? Any more close calls with Twilight marathons, or did the holiday mingle save you from the brink of movie night despair?”

[xgoldina]

there was something about this town medina liked. though, to be fair, it could have just been the fact that she was able to sneak out of london for a bit. albeit, she was only sneaking out for a job she was assigned, but still - she was sure to make the best of it, if she had anything to do with it. she'd spent the last week getting to know what she could of the town, tonight she'd deemed it as good a time as any to make her presence known. digits interlocked behind her back as heels echoed her steps towards him. luckily in a room as loud and moving as this one, that surely wasn't enough to give way to her presence. he was staring at a piece of art work with some rather perky tits - shocking. lips curled into a small hint of a smirk as she came up beside him. “ i don't know. . . ’ she hummed thoughtfully, head tilting as she examined the artwork. “ i'd say you've seen better then that before, wouldn't you? ’

@ajastor

[shiiiksa]

“Getting divorced at fifty-two was not on my bingo card, but neither was getting cheated on with a younger male receptionist and yet, here we are.” Cate has to laugh at her own suffering to avoid having a breakdown. And breakdowns were never good on your skin. She sips on her glass of wine, the most expensive bottle she could find at the winery in order to spend as much of Ben Cohen’s money before their divorced was finalized. “But that’s enough about my miseries. How has your year been, my dear? I feel like I’ve been babbling for ages about myself.” / @aspencreekextra

[ishikaxmehra]

FIN.

A win is a win. Cynthia felt accomplished to be able to get the Ishika Mehra to do some arts and crafts. If anything she called this a networking opportunity both professionally and personally. “Why thank you.” replied the banker with a grin. Whether it was a compliment or not, she perceived it in a way she wanted to and seeing her hard work come into fruition gave her a sense of pride that she felt like she had done her quota for the day. 

Holding her hands up, Cynthia expressed nothing but feigned innocence as she was conveying that there was not a lot of pressure to begin with. "Hey, you won't know until you try...Like who knows? This could end up being a monthly outing for all we know.'' Getting up, she decided to end the conversation there before any retraction took place and said, "Exactly Ishika, you see the vision. Anyways hun, I'm heading back to the Row. I'll shoot you a text and we can go from there, alright? Take care and have a great one!" With a final wave, Cynthia turned away and headed out.

[ END. ]

[valeria-flint]

Starter for: @augustusxxrookwood Where: Flint/Vanity wedding

Augustus Rookwood. A man Val didn’t know very well, but he had always been around in the past. She knew he was a good friend from Emma’s brother. She knew he wasn’t bad to look at. She knew he was one of the very few people she hadn’t been flirting with in the past. Time to change that. Hence the fact that she had made her way up to the man, stopping next to him. “Augustus Rookwood. Have you been enjoying yourself at this wedding so far?”

[zwoble]

@pomniegranate ♡ for a starter later

it was something of a relief to see the little jester coming around to adjusting to life in this digital hell ; or at least tolerating it. there was hidden worry for her when she started talking of exit, and this feeling only grew when she noticed how traumatized she looked after every adventure.

and who can blame her that's partially why zooble avoids going on them in the first place. maybe having a normal one ( or rather, the setting resembled closely to that of their reality ) helped in a way. she won't verbally give credit where it's due but, even she can admit this adventure wasn't completely unbearable.

she spent a lot of the shift just zoning out, wanting to get the work done as soon as possible; she'd listen in on some of the customers that came in. not many piqued her interest. some she just tuned out all together. except for one.

" soo... who's gummigoo ? "